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One time, I was asked: how can it be possible to transmute pain into poetry? I was stupefied by the question. But it made me conceive. How can one write such good poetry out of torment? I have already found the answer to this question. By the time of affliction and anguish of my affection, […]

“Woman and her child gets attacked for walking thru a black Neighbor hood… This is some sad shit to see and we wonder why we dnt get respected because of stupid ignorant shit like this. I hope they put her ass under the jail….. And the one’s standing by and laughing just as ignorant #Sad#TheWorldWeLiveIn” Caption of Ivan Jackson‘s Facebook post.

We were at the office when one of my colleague sent me this link. This is unbelievable. Why would we want to fight with one another because of our indifference? Why would someone hate the other because they are not of the same color? Why pretty hurts? Why discrimination seems like a holy grail? What are they up against?

There really comes a point in our lives when we feel unpretty. This song by TLC reminded me of those days I was gaga over love. I felt nothing but sadness and emptiness. I was happy, yes. That was no doubt. But what’s underneath when you love someone and you know that you can only love him, not have him? You tell me. My bestie happened to share this message to me. She saw this Facebook post from one of her friends and posted this to my wall. I was teary-eyed after reading this simple, yet relatable message.

Letting go is like pulling a tooth. Once it’s gone, you’re somewhat relieved. But how many times does your tongue roll over that same spot? A few hundred times a day maybe, because there’s something missing but that is also a reminder that it may be gone, at least you don’t have to feel the pain it gives when it was there.

The lyrics of this song’s cool. I can pretty much relate:

My outsides look cool My insides are blue Every time I think I’m through It’s because of you I’ve tried different ways But it’s all the same At the end of the day I have myself to blame I’m just trippin’